However, recalling it now, today's afternoon pursuit and ambush operation was full of oddities.
Henry felt that the bandits had deliberately lured the main force of the police department out for an encirclement and annihilation.
Those who roamed the jianghu did so for wealth; who would specifically ambush police officers, solely for the purpose of injuring and killing them?
Brian and his men weren't escorting any valuable goods.
Wouldn't the bandits' actions completely offend America's police system?
Even if this ambush succeeded, they would likely face endless pursuit afterwards, unable to escape the consequences.
So, all of this was very wrong.
Henry felt he had to do everything possible to immediately enhance his strength.
Meanwhile, about 15 miles from Henry, a group of eighty-six armed cavalrymen were galloping towards Frisco.
The blond, blue-eyed knight leading them, Jack, was about 40 years old, with a burly physique. A burn scar the size of a baby's palm on his left cheek made his originally handsome face look hideous and terrifying.
Jack frowned deeply and said to Gallaher, a black-haired, white-skinned Irish man in his thirties, who was half a step behind him: "Michael hasn't appeared half an hour past the agreed time. Given his usual arrogance, he might have already led his team to ambush Brian and his men alone."
Gallaher's face was grim. As Michael's cousin, he knew how unruly Michael was.
According to the information he had, Sheriff Brian was a renowned sharpshooter from the Southern Armyduring the North-South War. After the defeat, he was forced to go into hiding, leave his hometown, and become a bounty hunter. By chance, he became the Sheriff of Frisco town.
Especially since Brian was only 38 this year, he was in the prime of his life.
Dear Lord, please don't let anything happen to Michael; he is the last male heir of this branch of the family.
Gallaher silently prayed in his heart.
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Henry made a final attempt to collect an Appaloosa horse near the bandit leader, but he couldn't.
It seemed the space could not collect living creatures.
However, three of the bandits' horses had been killed, and he collected all of them into the space.
Henry rode his horse to about ten meters from a black poplar, dismounted, and then sat down with his back to the road, facing the black poplar.
He pulled out his Patek Philippe gold pocket watch and saw it was 3:31:28 PM.
Then, his mind focused on the newly lit "+" sign next to Constitution LV1.
A warm sensation appeared out of thin air, enveloping his entire body and instantly immersing him in it.
A vast amount of experience in practicing various rifles, especially the winchester 1873 lever-action rifle, appeared in his mind out of nowhere.
Next was a large amount of experience in quickly drawing and firing double-action Colt 1878 pistols from holsters with both hands.
Finally, there was a vast amount of experience in training various horses, herding them with a lasso, and riding them to run on various terrains.
When Henry regained consciousness, exactly three minutes had passed on his pocket watch.
It seemed the duration of each experience infusion was one minute?
The Constitution on the panel became LV2, and the upgrade process consumed 40 gray beads.
Now Henry only had 2 unused Level 1 gray release beads, 5 gray bead empty shells, 5 white bead empty shells, and 2 green bead empty shells.
Among them, the white bead empty shells could withstand rifle bullet shots.
And the green bead empty shells could withstand machine gun bullet shots.
At this moment, Henry felt as if he had diligently practiced various rifle shootings for twenty years. He could wield any rifle on the market with perfect ease, especially the winchester 1873 lever-action rifle. He was confident he could use this rifle to achieve headshots on stationary targets within 400 yards, and for moving targets, his hit rate could exceed 80%.
Oh, and Brian's Winchester 1873 was a finely crafted "one-in-a-thousand" version, a high-end, limited edition with the best accuracy barrel, adjustable trigger, and meticulously polished metal parts.
Using this rifle, Brian could even precisely take heads within 500 yards.
One yard is 0.9144 meters, so 500 yards is 457.2 meters.
Among the repeating weapons of this era, it was truly top-notch and formidable.
No wonder Henry found at least thirty corpses with headshots from .44 bullets during his search, most of which were likely killed by Brian.
Unfortunately, he fell into an ambush, and ultimately, two fists couldn't contend with four hands; a hero couldn't resist a crowd. He ended up perishing with the bandits.
As for the double-action Colt 1878 pistol, Henrycould now hold a gun in each hand, draw both pistols from their holsters and accurately hit targets about 30 meters away in half a blink of an eye.
His horsemanship was equivalent to that of a twenty-year veteran cowboy, with a thorough understanding of various horses' characteristics, and his lasso and riding skills were perfected.
Henry took out Brian's "one-in-a-thousand" Winchester 1873, and began loading it bullet by bullet, then his own, and finally filled five more.
Then he took out two Colt 1878 double-action pistols and filled each pistol's 6-round cylinder.
Except for his own and Brian's rifle, all other firearms were with their safeties off, ready to fire at any moment.
Henry discovered that items in the storage space could be instantly retrieved and stored at his will; he was the god within the space, knowing everything inside it perfectly, without needing to spend time searching for items.
Finally, Henry selected three particularly vicious-looking corpses and put them into the space, tied Brian's body to his former mount, rode his own horse, and then gathered 10 of the bandits' horses, herding them back to Frisco town.
About 10 minutes after Henry left, the cavalry detachment led by Jack and Gallaher passed through this hilly area. They quickly discovered the bodies of Michael and his team.
This caused Gallaher's tears to flow silently—Michael's male line was finally extinct!
Blood debt must be paid in blood!
Gallaher clenched his fists, vowing through gritted teeth.
Immediately after, they discovered over twenty bodies of Frisco police officers, but Brian's was not among them.
It seemed the ambush had largely succeeded—Frisco's police department only had 1 Sheriff and 5 Deputy Sheriffs; other officers were temporary workers.
It was just unknown whether Brian was dead or alive.
Gallaher said: "It's likely that the news of our ambush on the Frisco police officers has leaked. We might as well go to the town and see if we can attack it, at least to find out Brian's current situation."
Jack nodded in agreement, saying coldly: "If Brian isn't dead, we'll force the town to hand him over. This is my personal grudge with him from eighteen years ago!"
The group spurred their horses and galloped towards Frisco town.
By this time, Henry was already herding eleven horses, approaching Frisco town.
The entire journey was filled with the vast and magnificent scenery of the West. One man and a group of riders galloped, kicking up flying dust, further highlighting the desolation and grandeur of the West.